Dreaming of a happy day

Durga Puja has always been fun for me. It symbolises lots of fun with my aunt's family. And if you've read my recent posts you'll know how happy these trips make me. Find out here!

                                        

Puja holidays truly are the highlight of the entire year. Time for immense fun and complete joy!

Since time immemorial I have been packing up my bags to celebrate the puja holidays with my uncle, aunt and sister -- aka my second family. Most times, I was too exhilarated with all the fun and frolic around me, to remember to call my parents. But don't worry about that. Every time I forgot, I was reminded vehemently...(umm let's call it that) what I should do as a responsible daughter.😅😬

Nevertheless, what I'm trying to say is that...despite everything, I loved the Puja holidays. It was the best vacation of the year. Never once did I believe that it could get a thousand times better someday...

One of the (most) happiest days of my life came amid the puja holidays of 2017. It was Saptami or the seventh day of the puja. My sister was supposed to meet a couple of her close friends. They'd eat and chat and eat some more. 

      I have always been friends with her closest confidantes. They were my confidantes too. Naturally, I knew she'd invite me to this meetup.

But for some reason, mainly shyness I suppose, I wasn't feeling up to it. She would have this one friend there...whom I had never met before and had a really awkward one-line conversation with over the phone once. I wasn't sure I wanted to meet him and feel even more awkward. So I declined.

       But in vain. 

My sister got mad. She told me off. She wanted me to come with her. I was mad at her too, for dictating what I should or shouldn't do. I was my own boss -- I told her. Half an hour later I was seated in a cab with my sister and one of her friends. There's no way I, being the younger victim, could win an argument with her. She'd inevitably make me spiral into this huge vortex of guilt and remorse. All I could do, however, was thank the stars that the friend in the cab wasn't Mr Awkward Conversation. 

          Today I wonder...what were the odds that Mr Awkward Conversation would someday turn out to be the best friend I never had?

It was a wonderful evening. I was completely oblivious to my surroundings. All I remember is the awesomely delicious food and the heartfelt and fun conversations we had. The two most important pillars that made that fateful day, one of the best days of my entire life.

It's funny how fate works sometimes. Something that was most likely not going to happen somehow moulds into this really wonderful rare experience. And as I sit here, reminiscing about this day and how absolutely happy I was that day; I can't help but utterly thank my sister for dragging me with her.

            Independent woman mojo crumbles in front of family. And I couldn't be more glad that it did that day. 

                                                

The two pillars of an amazing day as demonstrated by two sisters: 1. Good engaging conversation; personalised by me. 2. Extremely delectable food; demonstrated by Bonti. (Stuck between tasty food and interesting talk 😆)

                    

So yeah, thanks Bonti, for presenting me with the best day and a best friend. Love you. This one's for you.